by Gia Blue
She was thrilled when she’d found the apartment last year, and the renovations had only been completed two months ago. She’d had part of the two-floor apartment converted into a cathedral-ceilinged great room, where she spent most of her time.
The renovations had been costly, on top of the outrageous price of this prime piece of New York real estate, but it was totally worth it. The views of Central Park were amazing, and because the wall of glass actually jutted out from the building, like an enormous bay window, there was a low, deep shelf that ran the length of the of the room. It could have been used for storage, or she could have thrown cushions on it, and let a half dozen drunk people pass out on it at parties. But Karina didn’t use it that way.
Karina was an exhibitionist.
She stepped up onto the long window seat, which she considered to be her “runway”, and pushed a button on the remote control in her hand. Lady Gaga’s “Born This Way” filled the room. She strutted down her runway, depositing the remote into a basket she kept at one end, then strutted back to the center, where a straight-backed wooden chair sat.
Loosening the ties of her short silk robe, she let it slither from her shoulders, and fall to the runway, then spill onto the floor. Gyrating in time with the music, she ran her hands up and down her body. She wore red boyshorts panties and a lacy red matching bra. She turned around, bending over, and shook her ass for all the world to see. She knew there probably weren’t that many people home, and of the few that were, anyone who could see her window from the other side of the park would need a telescope to watch her performance. But she also knew that quite a few people on the other side of the park, who also had large windows, had telescopes. She knew, because she had one herself.
Doing a little bump-and-grind, Karina grabbed her own ass, kneading the flesh as she rotated her hips. Then she slid the panties down, slowly, as she undulated. It gave any potential watchers a nice glimpse of her wet pussy as she discarded the panties and bent further, her legs spread apart. She reached back, fingering her pussy, dipping her finger inside. Then she stood, spinning around, licking the slick fluid from her fingers, a sexy come-hither look on her face.
She whirled and danced to the music for a long time, touching herself. She pressed her chest to the window, sure that anyone with a good telescope should be able to see her nipples through the sheer lace. The cold that seeped through the glass made her nipples pucker, and she pinched them deliciously, thumbing them through the lace.
After shimmying a little bit, she decided it was time to free herself from the restraint of the bra. She unhooked it, and seductively slid it down her shoulders and off her arms. She swung it triumphantly above her head, swaying her hips as she did, then tossed it behind her.
Using the chair as a prop, Karina turned it so that it faced into the apartment. Then she straddled it, hovering above it and holding the back of the chair, making simulated fucking motion. She could only imagine how provocative a display she must be making.
She loved making a spectacle of herself. She was arrested once in college for stripping nude and dancing in the water fountain in the downtown area of her Nebraska college town. Then a few years ago, she’d narrowly escaped a patrolling police officer when she’d decided to get naked with her date and fuck him in a very busy area of Central Park just after dark. The idea of everyone around her staring at her, taking in the sight of her nude body, and the idea that every man wished he could strip naked himself and fuck her right there in public...it was intoxicating. Like a drug. If she could walk around naked all the time, she would. Fortunately, as a highly successful internet entrepreneur who worked mostly from home, she was often able to do just that.
When Karina had tired of dancing, she turned the chair to face the window. She strode over to the basket and retrieved a long, sleek, stylish vibrator. Sitting in the chair, she spread her legs wide and imagined that every one of her neighbors across the way was watching her. Taking pictures. Taking their dicks in their hands and stroking themselves at the site of her masturbating.
She switched the vibrator onto a low setting, and nuzzled its tip against her clit. The humming against her pussy made her even wetter, and as she worked it in tight circles against her, she writhed in delight at the sensations. Pinching one of her nipples added a heightened pleasure, and she was so turned on that it didn’t take long before she felt her climax building.
Flipping the setting to high, she rolled her nipple and stroked it while the vibrator sent ripples of pleasure through her. Need swelled within her, like a white-hot ball of fire ready to explode. She was almost there, approaching the peak of ecstasy. She moaned, and thought of the many men who lived in adjacent buildings, training their video cameras on her, so they could relive the moment of her orgasm later, over and over...
The sound of three sharp knocks tore Karina from her erotic reverie. A jolt of shock hit her. Someone was at her door.
“Son of a bitch!” she muttered. The moment was shattered. Reluctantly, she switched off the vibrator, dumped it in the basket, and turned off the music. If that’s Weinstein from downstairs, I’m really going to be pissed. He told me it wouldn’t bother him if I turned my music up a little bit before 3 p.m. Grabbing her robe, she shrugged it on and tied it as she strode angrily into the foyer. “Who is it?” she snapped, irritated for the interruption.
“It’s...uh...I’m a neighbor of yours.” The voice was too young and too deep for Mr. Weinstein.
“Which apartment?” He didn’t identify himself by name, which she found suspicious. She’d lived in the city for five years, and knew enough to avoid opening her door to strangers, even in a luxury building with a doorman. If he gave her a fake name, she’d know immediately. She was familiar with the names of all her surrounding neighbors. Since most of the apartments on the upper floors had been combined and renovated into huge—by New York standards—luxury apartments, there weren’t that many neighbors on her floor.
“Well, I’m not a neighbor from this building. I’m from another building.”
“How the hell did you get in here?” Harvey must be slipping. He did say he’s been working the door here for over twenty years...
“I actually have a friend that lives two floors down.”
“What do you want?”
“I...uh...it’s hard to explain...” the voice sounded embarrassed, at a loss for words.
Karina peeked through the peephole, and was surprised to see a tall man with short, dark, wavy hair and stunning blue eyes. Even through the tiny fishbowl-like lens of her security peephole, she could tell the man was gorgeous.
Serial killers can be good-looking, too, she warned herself. But she couldn’t tear herself away. She watched him look down at his feet, shifting uncomfortably.
“To be honest, I don’t know why I’m here. This is crazy.” He looked up at the ceiling in the hallway, rolling his eyes. “I just couldn’t help myself. I...I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
What? Who the hell is this guy? “I’m sorry, but I don’t think I know you. I think you have the wrong apartment.” I’m pretty sure I’d remember you, Studly McDreamy. Mm-mm-mm.
“I saw you.”
Her breath caught.
And she knew.
She knew instantly why he was there, and what he’d meant when he said he was a neighbor from another building. He’d seen her. He’d watched her.
And now he was here.
What do I do? Karina stepped back from the door, touching her fingertips to her lips. She knew it had been a risk, behaving so brazenly in the window of her own home. But she never really thought someone would do something crazy like count windows and floors, figure out which apartment was hers, and actually get past her eagle-eyed doorman! But apparently the man had a friend in the building who’d gotten him in—something she hadn’t thought of. Besides, flaunting her naked body wasn’t a lark for her...it was a compulsion. A need. She just had to do it. And now a stranger—a voyeur—was standing at her doo
r.
“Are you there?”
She stepped in front of the door again, and peeked out. He began to pace in front of her door, running his hand through his thick, almost-black hair.
“Maybe this was a bad idea. No, of course this was a bad idea. It’s New York, I probably look like a crazy guy...” the man muttered.
He did look a little bit crazy, talking to himself like that, but he also looked adorable. She could hear a hint of an accent in his voice, something mildly southern. As a former Nebraska girl, she was all the more enticed by the fact that he wasn’t a native New Yorker.
In spite of all reason, her pussy ached—being deprived an orgasm at the last moment was bad enough, but now she had the “king of all hotness” at her door, and her pussy was telling her to ignore her brain and let him in.
Absolutely not! I don’t care where he’s from, this is New York! You don’t open doors to strangers, especially voyeuristic strangers. And the accent could be fake. No way am I opening this door.
“I’m sorry, I’ll go,” he said, and turned to walk away.
Before she could even think, the door was unlatched and she was opening it, peering out. “Wait,” she called.
What am I doing?!
He stopped. Turned. “Wow,” he breathed. “You’re even more beautiful in person.”
That caught her off guard. She was pretty, but he was out of her league, by a long shot. “Thank you.”
Tell him to go, Karina!
“Would you like to come in?”
Aaaaagh! I must be in heat. The connection from my pussy to my brain has taken over.
He paused, his mouth open in surprise. “Yeah. Sure.”
She led the way into her apartment, locking the door behind them by habit. They stood in the foyer in silence. His eyes drifted down her body, then looked away quickly, taking in the marble tiled floor, the antique table with fresh flowers on it, and the artwork on display. “Nice place you have here.”
“Thank you.” As he looked around, she allowed her eyes to roam his body. His black t-shirt outlined his muscular frame, and cowboy boots poked out from under the boot-cut hem of his tight blue jeans. Not a New Yorker. The boots looked expensive, but they weren’t the high-fashion faux cowboy boots one might see on occasion in the city. “So...you said you saw me?”
He shifted his gaze from the artwork to her face...then his eyes slid down her body. She was still naked beneath the short, brightly-patterned silk robe. Her nipples peaked through the fabric, and she could see he was having a hard time tearing his eyes away.
“Yeah, I...I wasn’t trying to. At first. I get bored sometimes, I’m not used to being cooped up in a tiny apartment all the time. The place I’m renting came with a telescope...you know, for looking at Central Park. But...then I saw you.” He lifted his eyes. “I couldn’t stop watching. Every day for weeks, now, I’ve been watching. I couldn’t tear myself away. You were amazing. Unbelievable. So free, like you didn’t have a care in the world.”
He stared at her in awe, and it made her feel shy for the first time ever. He turned away, and paced the rounded foyer, pretending to pay attention to the various paintings.
“So you came to see me. Why?” She pulled the neckline of the robe tighter, though a deeper part of her wanted nothing more than to tear it open and let him see up close what he’d been watching from afar. Control yourself, Karina. Geez!
He stopped pacing, but stayed facing away from her. “I don’t know. It’s like I couldn’t stop myself. I’m here in New York to franchise a business I own. When I found out one of the men I’m doing business with lives in this building, and we got along pretty good, I started coming over to hang out with him. I guess I was hoping I would run into you in the elevator.” He turned to face her. “Then today, when I saw you in the window...” I couldn’t help myself. I knew my friend was working from home until noon, so I made an excuse to drop by. I’d already figured out which apartment was probably yours. And...now here I am.”
“Here you are.”
“And I really don’t know why.” He grinned sheepishly.
The five o’clock shadow gave him a sexy, magazine-model vibe. The fact that he was embarrassed by showing up at her door made him all the more alluring. She couldn’t stand the stuck-up handsome men who knew they were handsome, and let everyone else know that they knew it. This guy just seemed...normal. Normal...except for being freakishly handsome.
She couldn’t stand it. Her hormones were on overload. His body was more of a work of art than the expensive paintings that surrounded them...exquisite art that she wanted to examine up close.
“I think I know why.” Her voice was sultry as she untied her robe. “You came to see this.” She pulled the robe open, revealing her herself to him.
His mouth fell open again, then he swallowed. “I...”
“Like what you see?”
He nodded.
Do you know what I was doing when you knocked at my door?”
“Dancing?”
She shook her head, playfully. “No. I was sitting in a chair up in the window, with my legs open...” she stalked slowly toward him, like a lion stalking its prey. “I was leaning back, touching my tits...using a vibrator on myself.”
His eyes widened, then dropped unconsciously to her pussy, riveted.
“That’s right. Masturbating. Thinking about who might be watching me. My pussy was creaming at the thought of being watched. At the thought of you watching me.” She took him by the hand, and led him into the living room.
He looked up in awe at the huge windows, and the chair sitting in the center of the runway. “I—I didn’t see it. I was already over here in the building.”
“Too bad. I’m sure it was quite a sight. But then, I’m sure you’ve seen that before, haven’t you?”
“Yes, ma’am.” His gaze swung away from the windows, and back to her body.
The mild southern accent was almost as endearing as his polite southern charm. It was something she didn’t hear a lot of here in the Big Apple. She wanted to know what his name was, but decided not to ask. She was turned on by the randomness of the situation. A tasty morsel of manhood shows up at her door after watching her dance naked and pleasure herself in her window? It was too good to be true. A real fantasy. Every exhibitionist’s dream.
And Karina planned to live out her deepest, darkest fantasy right here, right now, with Studly McDreamy.
“Did you like what you saw?”
“Yes, ma’am.” He nodded.
“And you came here to see more?”
He was entranced by her breasts...he didn’t answer.
“Come on, don’t be shy. You say you don’t know why you came. But I think you came to see me. To see more of me. To see me up close. To touch me,” she stepped closer to him. “To taste me.” She grabbed him by the shirt, and pulled him roughly to her, face-to-face. “To fuck me. Right?”
“Oh god, yes,” his voice was shaky with desire.
“Well, I wouldn’t want you to leave disappointed.” She winked at him, then ran her hand along the crotch of his pants. Whoa! This guy is packing! She could feel his rigid cock straining against the tight fabric of his pants. She felt herself getting wet.
He reached for her, but she spun away. She planned on giving him a good show before asking him to return the favor. She put on some slow, provocative music, took the chair down and put it on the floor, facing the runway, then guided him to it.
Stepping up onto the deep window platform, she faced into the apartment this time, and moved her hips to the music. Very soon, the stranger was shifting in his seat.
“Is this what you like?”
“Yes.”
“Show me you like it.”
“What?”
“Show me what you do when you watch me.”
He shifted again. “What I do?”
“Come on. I know you don’t just sit there, watching. What do you do? I want to see.”
He hesitated.
She gyrated, and let her robe slip off, tossing it onto the floor.
That got him. He unzipped his jeans and pulled his cock out. Still only half-erect, it was already big.
“Oh my god, you’re huge.” She watched it stiffen. “I can’t wait to taste it.” In seconds, it was close to fully erect. Oh god, I want him to fuck the hell out of me with that. Karina stroked her breasts.
He wrapped his hand around his shaft, and began to stroke, slowly.
To have someone get off while watching her, in person, was just too delicious. She desperately wanted to get her vibrator, or better yet, slide her wet pussy down on that monstrous cock, but she waited. She was living out a fantasy, and she wanted it to last.
Undulating on her makeshift stage, she worked her hips in a mock-fucking motion. She shimmied her shoulders in time to the music, her breasts bouncing side to side. She watched as he leaned back, watching her through partly-closed eyes as he stroked his cock harder. Every time she took a peek, his cock looked just a little bit longer. A little wider. And more succulent by the second.
Karina started touching herself, dipping a finger between the lips of her pussy, and drawing the slick fluid up to her clit. She shuddered at how good it felt, and used her other hand to stroke her nipple. She continued to move her body in rippling, snake-like motions, but her concentration was on her throbbing pussy. When she could take it no more, she pointed at him, then crooked her finger, beckoning him to her as she pulsed her hips to the rhythm.
“What? Up there?” He stopped, his gaze panning across the expanse of windows, and the many apartment buildings that lined the other side of Central Park. His cock had softened a little. “I don’t know.”
“Don’t worry. Probably nobody’s watching, and you’re new here, right? No one even knows you.” She shot him a steamy look. “I know you want to touch me. You want to fuck me. You fantasized about it, didn’t you? Fucking me right here, in front of this window, for everyone to see?”
“I...yeah.”
“You want everyone to know that while they’re over there, stuck watching me, you are the only one with the guts to come over here and fuck me. To show me what you’ve got. To take me, like they wish they could.”
